I was pissed at my wife. I hated when we argued. It was as if we forgot who we are and what we mean to one another. I didn't want to talk to her, but I wasn't going to leave her. After she fell asleep, I decided to just go to sleep on the couch before I said anything I'd regret. I needed a day or two to cool off and I hoped that she would give me that time.
The next morning I told her needed some space and she reluctantly agreed. She stayed away from me and stayed with the kids all day. I hated that it had to get to this point right before the holidays, but I was tired of her keeping major things from me. I understand it's her body and her choice. She could have told me she wanted to get on birth control because she wasn't ready to have another baby. I would have been supportive and understanding, but she would rather lie and sneak behind my back. I know we have been through a lot, but I thought we were behind keeping secrets from each other. It's clear that she doesn't trust me.
I also didn't like how she questioned me when I left the house. I snuck out to get her gift ready for Christmas. I wasn't trying to lie to her. I wanted to surprise her. I know she's been wanting to get away for a while so I had a mini getaway planned for us and I was just tying up some loose ends with my travel agent.
On my way back home, I went to the store to get some dessert. I had a feeling that Blaire might be pregnant because her appetite increased and we've been having a lot of unprotected sex. So, I grabbed a few pregnancy tests too. Little did I know she's been on birth control for almost three months. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to go anywhere with her. I had to get over it quickly. We would have to eventually sit down and really talk and get our relationship back on track. It had to be soon because I didn't want to ruin Christmas for her or our family. I didn't want to go on tour angry with her either.
I stayed in my studio most of the day. I used that as an excuse to not be bothered by my wife or anyone else. I was going over my setlist and listening to some transitions and breakdowns. I checked with my stage manager, choreographer, Kai, and Myles. So far, everything was ready. I had to do rehearsals starting on the 26th and I knew the next two weeks would be long and intense. I've been hitting the weights and running like crazy to get in shape the past month and a half.
As I was going over my digital images for my backdrop, my stomach started to rumble with hunger. I went up to the kitchen. I was grabbing everything I could and then Blaire walked in. She was dressed up in the winter white body-hugging dress. It was a low cut. Her makeup and hair were perfect. She looked sexy as hell. I hoped she didn't think she was going anywhere dressed like that without me. When she spotted me, she looked down and fidgeted with her little purse thing.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
She looked at me as if she was unsure that I was talking to her.
"Umm... Our company Holiday party... I thought- well, at least one of the owners should show up. I wanted to personally pass out the cash bonuses and show how much I appreciate everyone for stepping up and going beyond while we were gone for four months," she mumbled.
The party had slipped my mind. There was no way I was going to let her go by herself. I don't care that we were fighting. It would be wrong of me to let her go in that building where she was raped alone.
"I'm coming with you. Give me 30 minutes," I said, putting my plate down.
"You don't have to come. I know you don't want to be with me right now. I understand. I'm sorry for keeping things from you," she said softly.
"Bee, I'm coming with you. Just wait here. I'll be right back."
I headed upstairs. Then I found a brand new winter white suit. I laid it out on the bed and then I headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a shower. I quickly dried off and got dressed. After I put on some cologne, I went back to the kitchen where Blaire on her phone, sitting at the island. Then I realized that the house was too quiet.
"Where is everyone?" I asked
"The kids are with Bryce. Stephanie went out with Taylor. Your parents went shopping," she replied.
"Oh, cool. So, are you ready?"
"Yes." She nodded.
She grabbed her things and walked to the garage. I decided to take her Ashton Martin. I opened the door for her. Then I got in and drove off. She was quiet and looked out the window to avoid me. The tension in the air was thick. I could tell she wasn't happy. We couldn't walk in that party like this, so I decided it was time for us to make up. I reached over and grabbed her hand. She flinched a bit at first but held on to me. I hoped that we could get through this party without any more issues.
"You look beautiful," I complimented.
"Thank you. You look handsome," she said, finally smiling.
"I know you are scared to have another baby, but I just wish you would have told me you wanted to get on birth control. I don't like it when you keep things from me. I want you to trust me."
"I know and I'm so sorry, Ave. I trust you. I won't keep anything from you ever again. I promise. I hated not talking to you. I love you so much," she sniffled.
"I love you too. Don't cry, okay?"
"I just don't want to hurt or disappoint you anymore. I haven't been there for you. I haven't been a good wife. I'll be better. I'll make it up to you."
"You are an amazing wife. We've been through a lot and we're still together. That's all that matters... and if you want to make it up to me, you can start now," I said with a wink.
"Oh, I will," she flirted.
I felt that were in a better place. We definitely needed to have a deeper conversation, but this was a good start. I kissed her hand and then grabbed her thigh. I was inching closer and closer to her kitty, teasing her. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. I planned on teasing her all night. She had a lot of making up to do.
About 10 minutes later, I arrived in the parking garage. I quickly parked in my spot and was about to get out when Bee stopped me. She lifted her dress and got on top of me.
"I want to make it up to you." She winked.
"Oh, you do? I want you to beg for this dick. Only my nasty girl gets this dick," I said huskily.
"Please, Daddy. I'll be nasty. I need you inside of me."
I was so hard and I need her just as bad. I didn't care if anyone saw us. I pulled her toward me and deeply kissed her. I made sure my tongue was all down her throat. I pulled up her dress and pulled her panties to the side. I teased her with the tip until she was begging me to enter her.
"Ave, please!" she moaned.
"Tell me you trust me," I demanded.
"I trust you."
"You better not keep things from me," I commanded.
"No, baby. Never. Ave, just put it-" she said as I entered her.
She loudly gasped and then moaned. I grabbed her hips and made her bounce on me fast and hard. She bucked and moaned, and the sounds of her whimpers and screams were driving me to the edge. She rode me harder and I roughly grabbed her hair as I pounded fiercely into her until she screamed my name and shook in my arms. A few strokes later, I was right behind her and exploded inside her dripping core. I held on to her softly caressing her back.
After we caught our breaths, she got off of me and readjusted herself. I fixed my pants. She looked in the mirror and touched up her lipstick. I helped her get out of the car and went to the elevators. I briefly greeted the security team before we got inside. As soon as the elevator doors closed, we were all over each other. I was ready for round two.
"No. Wait until after the party,” she said breathily.
"Damn." I sighed.
She giggled and then the elevator stopped. We got off at my floor and headed to my personal bathroom to finish cleaning up. Once we were done we headed to the rooftop where everyone was gathered. I got a good look at the party. It looked amazing. Harlow, my assistant, Misha, and my office manager, Grace did a great job with the event. It didn't even feel like we were outside. Everyone seemed happy to see us. They all gave Blaire hugs and warmly welcomed her back. She actually looked happy to be back with our work family.
Of course, William was all in her face. I hated that David sent him here to help Misha while we were out. If he didn't make me as much money as he did, I would have got rid of him a long time ago. He dated my wife and he loved to subtly rub that in my face. I didn't care because at the end of the day I have everything he wants but can never have. I greeted him and took my wife away to finish greeting our employees.
After getting some food and some drinks, I ran into Alex. He wanted to go to my office and talked to me about something important. I told Blaire that I'd be right back. She kissed me on the lips and told me to hurry back. Alex followed me to my office. Once inside, he sat down at my computer.
"What's up? Have you found my stalker yet?" I asked.
"I've been going at this all wrong. I was looking for a cellphone to trace. Then I realized the messages were coming from a computer. A computer from this building. Someone that works for you has been sending you those messages. When I separated the messages from Future and her, I don't really have anything to build a case. She hasn't made any threats. I honestly think it's just someone with a big crush. You said that you and Blaire haven't received any more messages since Anastasia issued that public apology. I honestly think it's over. I'll check every computer here, starting tomorrow. Once I find out who it is, you can decide what to do," he explained.
"That's crazy. I kind of thought it was somebody I knew. Maybe a crazy ex, but I can't imagine it being anyone here. Most of them have been with me for 12 years. So, I really have no clue. It has to be someone new. That means Harlow, Keena, Bri, or Jael. Harlow was already involved with my phone hack and she's has a lot of access to my schedule and she's with me the most when I'm not doing music."
"Okay. You might be right. I'll check her computer first. Well, I'm going back to the party. You be careful," he said getting up.
"Thanks. Have fun," I said.
He left and I sat in my chair trying to recall my interactions with Harlow. She never gave me any vibes that she was interested in me, but it could have all been an act. I decided not to dwell on it right now. I got up and headed toward the elevator. My phone buzzed and it was a message from an unknown number
Unknown: What a whore! She cheats on her husband in his car right under his nose.
Attached to the message was a video of Blaire and I having sex in the car, but you couldn't identify me. I was fuming that this person was trying to make my wife look bad. When I walked into the party everyone was looking at their phones and whispering to each other. I was looking for Harlow. She was on the stage trying to get everyone's attention and failing at it. I looked for Blaire and I couldn't find her. I saw Grace and pulled her to the side.
"Where's Blaire?" I asked.
"I'm so sorry, Avery... I think the video everyone got is telling us where she's at. She left with William right after you left and she hasn't been back," she said, showing me the video.
"It's not what it looks like. It's was me in the car. Anyway, did she say where she was going?"
"No. I saw him whisper in her ear then she followed him outside. I know she wouldn't do something like that, but someone here is trying to bring your wife down. You should call her."
I called a few times, but it was going straight to voicemail. I looked around to see if anyone else was missing from the party. I didn't notice anyone.
"She's not answering. Grace can you check the restrooms. I'm going to check her office. Where's William's office?" I asked.
"It's the empty office across from Blaire's," she said.
I walked toward that spare office first. I saw that the light was on so I just walked in. Blaire was on the computer and William was sitting on the desk. They didn't even seem to notice me.
"Okay, I see it. The shipment was sent to the wrong distributor. I'll call Aria in the morning and get it all straightened out," she said.
"Great. Well, I'm sorry to take you away from the party," he said, standing up.
He noticed that I was standing there and he didn't look happy to see me. Blaire got up from the chair and smiled.
"Hey! How long have you been standing there?" she asked.
"Not long. I was looking for you and your phone was off," I said.
"My phone isn't off," she said, picking it up from the desk. She looked at it with a strange look. "I guess I turned it off on accident. Well, let's go. I'm ready to pass out those bonuses."
"Bee, can you wait for me by the elevator? I need to talk to William briefly," I asked.
She smiled and grabbed her phone and purse. I closed the door and locked it.
"How convenient that you take her away from the party and then everyone gets this message," I said, playing the video.
"That explains why you two were so late. I don't have anything to do with that video. I had an issue with missing merchandise and I knew your wife could get it resolved quickly before the new year and she did. You have bigger problems than to worry about me," he retorted.
"It's your head if I find out you were involved with this," I threatened.
"I’m not. I know we don't have the best relationship, but I would never do that. Blaire is my friend."
I didn’t know what to believe. I shook my head as I left. Then I found Blaire staring at her office. She was in a trance. I grabbed her hand and guided her to the elevator. We got inside and I stopped the elevator.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"A lot. Someone videotaped us having sex in the car and sent it to everyone here," I said.
She placed her hands over her mouth in shock. Then there were tears in her eyes. I hurt to see my wife like this. I pulled her close to me.
"Who would do that? I- oh, my God... What if someone tries to sell the tape... I knew I shouldn't... I don’t know what to do,” she sobbed.
"It's going to be okay. Let's just go home. I don't think you are safe here. Those messages came from someone that works here.”
She stood there quietly for a while. Then she wiped her face and touched up her makeup again. Then she hit the button to start the elevator.
"No! I'm not going to let her have any power over me. She wants me to leave. She wants me to give up. Let's go back to the party," she said confidently.
There wasn't much I could do or say to stop her. I held her hand as she walked back to the party with her head held high. Everyone just stared at us. She went straight to the stage and grabbed the mic out of Misha’s hand and the music was cut off. Misha was shocked at first and then she laughed while she placed her arm around Blaire.
"Now everyone knows why my husband and I were so late to the party. When you have a husband as fine as mine you just can't help yourself sometimes," she said jovially.
Everyone laughed and relaxed.
"On a serious note, I want to thank you all for being there for us while we went through some hard times. You worked hard and kept our company going in our absence. I want to thank you with an extra bonus. Misha, Grace, William, and Harlow can you please help me pass out those envelopes," she said, grabbing the envelopes from the box.
They helped her passed them out and everyone was gasping at the amount. We gave everyone $5000 extra. Everyone was cheering and drinking. The DJ turned the music back on and was like all was forgotten. I kept Blaire with me at all times making sure she was safe.
We decided to leave an hour later. On the ride home, Blaire cried the entire time. It hurt to see her in pain. She kept it together as long as she could, but I knew she was embarrassed and hurt. She was worrying herself to death about the sex tape. When I find out who's behind all of this, I'm going to ruin her life.